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The Wait -A Short Story

Updated on December 11, 2014

The Wait

Late night. Almost 3am.

Himel is packing like every night.

He wants to leave the place for ever. Though, he always fails to do so. Last night he thought about his mom, he thought that she loves him a lot and she won’t be able to bear the pain of losing the only child at this age. It is not fair he thought and came back home.

The other day he thought about his aged father. The old man is always planning his only son's future. He has so many dreams... Ah! Poor chap...How can I leave him like this! I must full fill his dreams. Himel could not leave him and he got back home that day.


Anyway, he has finished packing. Then he goes to his parents' room. The door is closed as usual. So he comes to the window like every night and murmurs goodbye, wishes good luck to them. Then he opens the main gate and gets out.

It's almost 4am now. He starts walking. The half moon is walking with him and those clouds; they are with the moon...he thinks. The soothing breeze of late night...it always feels good he thinks.


He walks up to the 5th house from his home and suddenly stops.

He drops his bags from his shoulders and turns to the gate, touch the calling bell but doesn't press it.

Then he walks round to the back yard of the house and in no time his eyes get stuck to a particular window. The window is closed and there is no sign of light.

She never comes back he thinks. Himel comes back to the road. He picks up the bags and starts walking again but can't pass the next house. He stops and thinks he should come tomorrow. If she...


He turns around and thinks how can I be so indifferent... it's dark night and I've left the main gate wide open...oh God...if some robbers get inside... my loving parents… they are asleep! Oh my God!


He walks fast and gets back home. It's almost dawn now.

Entering his room he throws his bags drinks some water and gets into his bed...


At 10am his old mother is arranging his clothes and other things. His father comes in with a doctor...


Father: It's almost 3 months doctor we can't see him like this any more... every night... he is our only child... please do something doc…please…


Doc: [After examine him] I know everything. Please don't lose heart. It will take time. But he will be alright. He is not ready yet to believe the truth...please you don't be upset...some day he himself will understand...you just have to be careful... do not force him…that can affect him severely…

Mother: [wiping her eyes] but if he never understands?

Doc: Look I understand your concern. But, you know, it would take time. I think you should take him for a change. You know the emptiness in him…that empty space is the problem with him. I think when someone else will take that place, he will start living again.

Father: But doc he won’t go with us. And he loved her so much…it’s not possible… someone else never can take her place…

Mother: [crying] that girl, died by an accident...and my poor boy... 1 month in hospital and now…now it’s 3 months like this…


Now it's midnight again and Himel is thinking again...it's not a right place live at all...there's nothing to do here... what kind of a life it is I do nothing…


After some times Himel starts packing his bags again...

He goes to his parents' room. The door is closed as usual. So he comes to the window like every night and murmurs goodbye, wishes good luck to them. Then he opens the main gate and gets out.

He starts walking. He walks up to the 5th house from his home and stops… drops his bags from his shoulders and turns to the gate, touch the calling bell but doesn't press it.

Then he walks round to the back yard of the house and in no time his eyes get stuck to a particular window. The window is closed and there is no sign of light.

He keeps his hand on his chest lean his back against a tree and utters with a sigh “Come to the window baby…just once! I am waiting…come back baby…just once…I wait here…for you…forever…as long as it takes…”

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      Oasil-Ul-Jannat 2 years ago from Khulna, Bangladesh

      Thank you so much for reading my story.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Very different but interesting story. keep writing.